Happy i shall be.

Marie never ever gets anything right. I bloody hell screwed up at Techniques today lah. I cant help but be such a sucker. Spins are all wrong, feet not pointed, not on demi. Oh god, you see how much i suck. Okay, lets just do hiphop all year round. And still, my hiphop isnt too up to standard. Well i gotta keep working. The expectations of us at dance is so pressurising, Bel was so angry today. Freaked me out like totally. Dance hard marie, DANCE HARD.

I can do this, i can do this, i can do this. Miss Wee is nice, Miss wee is nice, Miss wee is nice.

I swear nothing's working. Okay now heck that. I'm so scared for Science Prac, i tell you i'll just forget howta turn on the bunsen burner, and sit there and cry yknow. Seriously, i never get anything right when my nerves act up on me. Like oh god, now how. Omg how depressing is this. I dont ever listen in class, gotta get rid of that bloody book i write in every period of the day.

Now someone tell me, why did Japan fight the Japanese Occupation? Like whyy, why are they so bloody mean.

I hate math! Oh god, why are we learning to draw tables?! Not like i'll every become a table-drawer. What am i talking about. I'm not auditioning for the musical, Marie Lee stop being ambitious. I have to get my act together, stop getting distracted and dance and study hard! I keep lying to myself. I feel so fat, you big blob of fats. And are you suprised? I wouldnt mind being anorecxic. Funny how far people go for vanity.

LOSE WEIGHT MARIE, LOSE WEIGHT. STOP EATING MANN. AND STOP THOSE MILO BREAKS. HEY FAT MARIE, HELLO MARIE/FATASS. HELLO FATSO.
Come on, i can so do this. Lose the weight, lose it fast. (At least before danceworks).

I'm angry no longer sad, but angry and disappointed. I feel like drowning in a big sea. And never coming back.